Faraway Wanderers

After Cao Weining walked for a while, she found that Gu Xiang was very silent, and she had been silent ever since the scene the night before.

Gao Xiaoli is not very familiar with them. She is also a quiet girl. Generally, she does not take the initiative to speak, but just follows from afar, while carefully helping Zhang Chengling to hold the reins-the little guy holds him in his arms. The newly obtained Great Sword was lying dormant on the horse's back, and the saliva flowed around the horse's neck, so that everyone's hair was wet, making the pony keep shaking his head.

Cao Weining approached Gu Xiang, leaned her head tilted and looked at her face carefully, and asked, "What's the matter? Didn't you sleep well?"

Gu Xiangxi glanced at him, and lowered his head again. He looked like a little daughter-in-law, but scared Cao Weining, thinking she had eaten something, so she reached out to probe her forehead, and said that the person who jumped up and down It's so honest, but don't you get sick?

Gu Xiang leaned back, shook his hands away, and looked back at Zhang Chengling, who was some distance away from them, and said dumbly: "One ... you always feel that the thick is a little silly, usually you ca n’t hold your feet on your feet. Make a fart, what other people say is what, as a person who doesn't seem to have a head, how can it become a big devil who carries everyone into account?

Cao Weining chewed her words several times before she said strangely, "Axiang, are you ... misunderstanding Xiao Zhang?"

For a moment, Gu Xiang said dumbly, "Come in the last name, Cao, and die." When he raised his hand, he would hit him.

Cao Weining said, "Don't, if you die, you won't be a widow? If you are young, you will be widow, how pitiful."

Gu Xiang thought about it, and felt it too. He hadn't taken the two and a half street dowry promised by the owner, and he lost. Glancing at Cao Weining, he put his raised hand back and decided to stop fighting.

She knew that she was not very capable, and she often couldn't understand what the host said, but just followed him ignorantly. In addition to serving him in daily life, she was occasionally boring. She and he ... and they are not all the same. They cannot be regarded as a narrative flower, nor as a confidant.

She is like a child. She has only a little ghost and a little slyness who tend to avoid harm. Although the people she met under Fengyashan are not good things, but with the owner, none of them dare to make her idea. It is extremely rare to keep such a naivety—she doesn't usually speculate on people's intentions. Although she knows what is sinister, she doesn't know what it really looks like.

Lao Meng—the impermanent ghost Lao Meng, in Taihu that year, he was wearing an old peasant-like clothes and was temporarily seized by himself. He dug out a crypt to pull the two wolf men out, and went there because of a word from the owner. She found the butcher's clothes and put it on, and smiled at everyone. She even heard someone talking behind her, saying that he was a dog raised by the owner.

Even the dog has a three-point dog temper, and he has no dog temper.

Did he steal the key? Is he betraying Ghost Valley? Where is the hanged ghost Xue Fang?

At the time when the Zhang family was destroyed, a fake Xue Fang came out. Was it the name of Lao Meng? At that time, did Lao Meng collude with the surname Zhao?

When Cao Weining saw that she was still frowning, she tried to solve her anxiety. "Actually ... I heard Brother Zhou yesterday, and I understood a little."

Gu Xiang blinked with a pair of big apricot-core eyes and looked up at him. When Cao Weining was looked at by her like this, she almost gave birth to a kind of omnipotence, and suddenly felt like a pure man.

The pure man, is to coax her when her wife is unhappy, to be beaten by her when she is angry, and to stand up to her when she does not understand.

Cao Weining said: "I heard them say 'lilac armor' and 'keys'. It can be seen that they need to get the things in the glaze armor. It ’s not enough to find five pieces of that stuff. They also need a key. This key, then In the hands of the lame villain Xiao Zhang said. At the beginning, the villain was with a group of Zhao Jing, and they went out to do bad things together, robbing other pieces of glazed armor, Zhao Jing killed the owner of Shen, and marred him. Gao Xiaxia got all the glazed armors. Now they have glazed armors and one has the keys, so they are unevenly distributed, and they work. "

Gu Xiang thought for a while, nodded, and said, "It seems to be the case-who is going to kill Zhang Chengling?"

Cao Weining said: "You think, Xiao Zhang saw the bad guy that had been hidden. Although he forgot it for a while, the bad guy was afraid he would remember it and reveal his identity, so he hired someone to hunt him down-right, Zhao Jing must know this, otherwise when he could n’t be so messy, let Zhou brothers take Xiao Zhang away. When they took Xiao Zhang away, it would be convenient for him to kill. But why is that ghost valley? Is the bad guy afraid of revealing his identity? I thought about it for a long time before I realized that I was probably investigating the traitor inside Ghost Valley and found out that he was going to kill him. "

Gu Xiang looked at him in admiration, saying that he was guessed by his blind cat when he met a dead mouse.

When Cao Weining saw Gu Xiang's expression, he fluttered more, waved his hand and pretended to be modest: "Hu guess, Hu guess, oh, let's do it, don't disturb yourself, go to expose the conspiracy of Zhao Jing, find Ye Daxia, then Go back and live a good life, just follow me. "

Gu Xiang deliberately said, "Your master thinks that I have no father and no mother. She is a wild girl. What should I do?"

Cao Weining waved his hand and said, "Then you hijack me, let's run away."

Gu Xiang angrily said, "Well, am I so hungry?"

Cao Weining thought for a while, and then said, "Then I will pretend to be a flower thief and hijack you. Let's run away."

Gu Xiang thought for a while, and realized that although this was a bad idea, he just made it up, so he nodded with satisfaction, stretched out his small hand, and hooked Cao Weining's hand. The two of them were riding together, which was sweet and boring.

Cao Weining thought contentedly, this is the daughter-in-law, how nice it is to have a daughter-in-law, fragrant and soft, when she leaned on her, she even followed her heart, smiled at herself, and immediately turned her head, and someone gave Knowing the cold and the hot, some people made beds and built a bed. In the future, they will build a small house, build a small yard, and regenerate a few chubby children. Every night, I listen to her crisply and call her home for dinner.

The more he wanted to be more beautiful, at the beginning of the poem Xingda, he groaned: "Jinfeng Yulu meets, heaven and earth are not counted. In heaven, I would like to be a wing bird, in the ground, I would like to be a tree ..."

What are the meanings of those individuals, who calculate this and that from day to night, and earn the money to rob you of my life? What's the point of practicing the world's greatest skill, the world's first thousand generations?

It's not that he can't marry his daughter-in-law and beat his bachelor all his life.

Cao Weining felt faintly, they were all pitiful.

When Qiye and Dawu returned holding a pile of medicinal materials, they saw Zhou Zishu sitting in the yard and cutting a flute. He didn't have good craftsmanship, and he took materials on the spot. He even cut several scraps, and the sounds of the blows were all dumb, making wood chips. When Qiye approached, he found that his last one had become a model.

The big witch nodded to Zhou Zishu, said nothing to him, and turned back to the room.

Qiye sat down and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Zishu said lazily, "Cultivate yourself."

He put the cut flute next to his mouth, and when he blew it, he finally heard the sound—the others played the flute, which was the immortal sound, and when he played the flute, the magic sound was pierced through the ears, sometimes sharp, sometimes hoarse, anyway. There is no tone in the tone, ridicule and ridicule, this is not his own self-cultivation, obviously the patience of the listener.

Qiye pressed his ears and took the knife and wood in his hand. His fingers were extremely dexterous. Three or two times, a flute became shaped. In appearance, it is no different from Zhou Zishu's works. Zhou Zi Shu took over and tried a note in his mouth, and then heard the gap, he simply played a folk mountain wild key, which was quite interesting.

At the end, Zhou Zishu put down his flute and laughed: "Qiye is indeed the poem, song, song, poem, gambling, and gambling, which can hold the first place in Beijing, which can play tricks."

Qiye smiled and asked, "He's gone?"

Zhou Zishu nodded.

Qi Ye said, "Aren't you going with me?"

Zhou Zishu said: "Of course they are going, but their side is too chaotic. A mantis catches cicadas, and a hundred yellow finches are behind. I will go back later, wait and see, and then I will catch him."

Qiye glanced at him and said, "Just start fishing and don't do anything else? If he is Jiuxiao, you are not so relieved."

Zhou Zishu smiled and shook his head: "How can it be compared with Jiuxiao? Jiuxiao is just a child, but he ... knows what he is going to do, and I won't intervene in his affairs. He has to finish it himself."

He said, standing up to loosen his bones, inserted the piccolo cut by Qiye and the hip flask around his waist, and turned back: "Thank you for your flute-if I guess correctly, the scorpion is the first yellow Sparrow, I went to make a pot of flower carvings, and was ready to follow him. "

Qiye looked up at him, Zhou Zishu turned against the light, his face was indistinguishable, but his cheeks seemed to be inlaid with gold rims, and he smiled, saying, "You go back quickly, don't miss the healing Timing. "

Zhou Zishu waved and strode out.

Qiye lowered his head and cut a piccolo again, blowing clean wood shavings, and putting it near his mouth as if to see him off.

The clear and round voice sounded like the sound of wind, and the ending rolled up gently, even if it was just a rough piccolo made of grass.

It is a pity that the flute sound is dumb before a song is finished, and Zhou Zishu's figure has long disappeared.

Qiye lowered his eyes, smiled slightly, tossed Piccolo aside, stood up, folded his sleeves, and turned back to the room-long ago, when he and Zhou Zishu were still in the capital, when he was still the king of Nanning with a hundred echoes When Zhou Zishu was still the leader of the skylight in the dark, he thought they were a kind of person.

But to this day, he realizes that they are not the same, and he has never been able to hold down the rivers and lakes like him. He never frankly, watching Zhou Zishu live so neatly, he gave birth to faint envy.

Zhou Zishu lived on a rooftop in Huajie, stayed for two days, finished drinking a dozen pots of wine, and finally waited for the scorpion to come out with his poisonous scorpions--

Sure enough, the **** / zi was ruthless. It is estimated that the lame evil spirit who was going to kill Zhang Chengling asked him to hook up with Wen Kexing to clean up Zhao Jing. He deliberately called such a lame teenager to provoke Zhang Chengling, as if he was afraid of Zhang Chengling. For fear that Wen Kexing doesn't know who the person behind the long tongue ghost is.

Collect money on both sides, sell on both sides, and then plan to simmer these people in a pot while they are in a state of fierce defeat.

Zhou Zishu was not in a hurry. He pulled out a human skin mask from his arms and touched it. The handsome face disappeared, mixed with the crowd, and they were not far and near.

After three or four days of follow-up, Zhou Zishu found that they did not go straight to Fengyashan, it seemed that they had made a detour in the middle, as if it was to deal with some troubles. Soon, Zhou Zishu understood that this "trouble Thing "is exactly Yu Qiu.

Yu Qiuyu escaped from the calamity with the green demon, but this time there was no such good luck. The first group of poisonous scorpions chased him like a cat and a mouse. He could only escape fleeing, now he is better than Zhang Chengling. To be embarrassed-no one was protecting him, maybe a woman once wanted it, but she was dead.

Yu Qiuyu was so embarrassed that he was more like a beggar than Zhou Zishu when he first entered the rivers and lakes. How could there be a half-minded look at the head of that year?

The Huashan faction has re-established its leadership and no longer recognizes him. He is like a bereavement dog--

Finally, Yu Qiu's escape route came to an end, and he was captured before the scorpion.